Harry Potter The Silver Dragon

By, nickflash

'thought'

'SPELL' or shouted 'SPELL'

"TALKING"

Prolog

October 31st 8 pm

On a calm Halloween night in the small village of Godric's Hollow A cloaked figure walks toward the supposed place of the child that was destined to defeat him. He did not take great pleasure in killing babies but it must be done to insure his continued existence if that the new divination teacher's prophecy is correct.

After a short walk he comes up to a short balding man with mouse like features in front of a small cottage "is this the house?" he asks to which the sad excuse for a man replies "yes master they are all inside" "good wait here for my return" with that last order he walks toward the small home of his prophesied destroyer. Looking at the house it does not seem like much to him but he is used to staying in his followers mansions now so he does not judge. As he reached that door he thought of knocking just for the hell of it but decided it is more enjoyable just blowing the door away, taking a step back then bellowing 'BOMBARDA' causing the door to explode inward. Dodging a red spell aimed where his head just was he steps inside the house immediately throwing up a shield to block the next curse

"ah James Potter how nice to see you' taking a breath he continuous while holding his shield ' I have come for you child no more noble blood need be spent this night just surrender and this will be all over in a blink of an eye, you are still young you can have more children"

"I will never give up my child to a monster like you" James yelled back

with a dramatic sigh the man drops his shield and starts firing curses and jinxes again

"I wish I could say that disappoints me but we both know that would be a lie just like how we both know how this will end"

"I know I will not win but I just need to buy time" than James as if feeling something looks upstairs and smiles

"well then I need not waste any more time 'AVADA KADAVRA' " with that last spell the head of house Potter falls dead before he could comprehend what happened.

While James was fighting for his life Lily Potter was trying to escape. Realizing that portkeys and apperation didn't work she started on her last resort fail safe. A protection ritual that binds her life force to that of her child, it was a ritual she found in the old family library from before the roman times she translated, all she needed to do was put the right rune on harry and when she is about to die from her attacker will everything she is to protect her child and say three seeming simple but extremely powerful words.

Just as Lily finished putting together her ritual the nursery door slammed open. As Lily reaches for her wand it is knocked from her hand as a quick silent 'EXPELERMUS' from the man brings the wand to his outstretched hand

"Lily I will make the same offer I made your husband lying dead downstairs' breathing in and out for dramatic effect ' step aside and I will let you live, one of my followers asked I spare your life"

"never will I let you harm my baby"

"what good to him will you be dead?"

"more good than you ever will be"

"as you wish" 'AVADA KADAVRA'

as the man said the last incantation Lily quickly finalized the ritual before she died, whispered low enough only the baby lying in the cradle will here "I love you" with those words as the green light from the man's wand came towards her she willed her life force into the ritual right before she would have been killed by the curse.

Not noticing the brief shimmer that appeared over the baby as he was watching Lily, the man looks at the child staring at him in the crib

"you were to destroy me, I can tell your would become powerful, but I can not let that happen"

pointing his wand at the child now he shouts

"I AM LORD VOLDEMORT WITH THIS I WILL RULE FOREVER" and fires the same sickly green curse at the child that ended his parents

time seemed to slow as the curse reached the boy, as soon as it came within inches the boys whole body seemed to glow. Just as the killing curse touched the boy there was a bright golden flash and it rebounded back to its caster

blinded by the flash Lord Voldemort never saw his own curse coming back at him until it was too late. There was a massive backlash as the curse exploded on contact destroying the dark lord's body and half the nursery, but the ritual's magic protected the small babe from the backlash

all was silent but for sound of a babies breath until out of the ashes of the destroyed body rose a wraith of the man once known as Lord Voldemort. Looking at the child with contempt for what he has became he flies at the child intending to possess the child. As soon as he reached the child his damaged soul and the child's soul plus the ritual fought for dominance. Eventual Voldemort's soul was ejected but not before leaving a small piece behind locked away in a scar. Magically and mentally exhausted the child fell asleep.

November 28th 2 am

on a quiet cloudless night a cat with strangely intelligent eyes sitting on a fence is watching the front of a house when it hears a soft popping sound to her left. Quickly turning human with a jump, she approaches the an old man with a long white beard that just suddenly appeared "you know Albus I must protest placing him here these are the worst sort of muggles" "but my dear Minerva for so long as he stays with his mother's blood or his aunt if you will no harm may become of him""I still don't like it but I will trust you on this"

overhead they hear a roar of a motorcycle engine coming closer from above. They begin walking to where a large man riding a motorcycle is getting off picking up a bundle from the side car as the two approach he looks up "hello Albus and Minerva I brought him right here like you asked"

"thank you Hagrid, hand him to me" says Albus as he conjures as basket and places a few heating charms on it to last the night. Placing the young last of the Potters in the basket wrapped in blankets he walks up to a normal looking house with his two companions.

"I think I shall place him here with a letter for Petunia to tell them all they need to know for now as of what has become of her sister and what must be done with Harry here"

"are you sure he is safe being placed on the doorstep?" worries Minerva

"yes, I believe he is safe for now the wards are in place and I shall sent over a close friend to watch over him these coming years" with that said he places Harry down on the doorstep and all three turn to leave in their own ways.

Time skip 5 hours

It was a normal day for the perfectly normal(if you ask them) Dursley household until Vernon Dursley opens the front do to get the morning newspaper and not only finds the paper but also a boy wrapped up in blankets resting on his doorstep. He knew instantly it was that freak son of the freakish in-laws of his. Grabbing the basket and placing it on the kitchen table he waits for his wife to come downstairs.

"pet look what I found on our doorstep and he had a letter on him" says an agitated Vernon Dursley

"well I'll read the letter and see what is says as I seems to be addressed to me" after about 5 minutes of reading and making sure she read it correctly she looks over to Vernon who has a expectant look on his face as she finishes reading

"well it seems they want us to take him in" hissing out the word they venomously

"I do not want a freak in this house with our perfect Dudley"

thinking a moment Petunia replies "we could use him to do all they work and maybe even beat the magic out of him"

now Vernon is doesn't have the best figure considering has weighs over 300 pounds and has more than one chin, so when he hears about a way to do less work and even have a punching bag to get his frustrations out his laziness wins over from the side of him that despises the 'freaks' as he calls them and agrees with Petunia that they would keep him.

"Ok pet we will keep him but put him in the cupboard under the stairs, he does not deserve a room for what he is"

"as you wish Vernon" taking the basket she places it in the dark cupboard under the stairs.

April 12th 1986

a pounding noise wakes up one Harry Potter or as he knows himself the freak

"get up freak we are leaving and you are coming with us seeing as how we have no one to watch you while we are gone" says Vernon

getting out of his cupboard under the stairs he feels a fat hand grab the collar of his two size too big shirt dragging him outside into a pre-packed car

"we are heading out into the countryside to visit aunt Marge's dog breeding farm so I want no freakishness or there will be severe consequences understand?" asks/tells Vernon

"yes uncle" comes the quiet voice of Harry

"good we will be there in a few hours"

a good(relatively) few hours later they pull up to a dusty and dirty looking farm complete with run down looking farm buildings and are greeted but a plump ugly woman by the name of Margaret Dursley

"how is my favorite brother doing these days?"

"doing good but we had to bring the freak with us because the regular sitter canceled last second"

"well we can always put him to work shoveling crap in the bulldog cages" replied Marge

"good idea we can have him stay in the shed next to the house to keep him out of our way too"

April 23rd 1986

after two days of hard work five-year old Harry is exhausted but keeps working for fear of his uncle's punishments. At around 2 pm Dudley decided to released some dogs while harry is working. As the dogs are chasing Harry he is wishing to get away as the gain on him. It was this instinctual need to get away that caused him to apperate from the inside of the building to the roof but Dudley saw this and immediately ran to tell his father

coming out of the house and getting Harry down from the roof Vernon ties Harry to a chair and tells him "no food or water for two days a punishment for your freakishness.

Unknown to any resident of bulldog ranch a wizard of not very good morals feels the magic and seeks out the source. Thinking the must be some Muggleborn and his family he decides just to kill them all and casts the powerful and uncontrollable fire spell known to wizard kind fiendfyre. As the fire consumes everything in its path Harry starts to Panic feeling the heat building up in the barn as the building burns around him licking his skin burning him.

As his admittedly powerful magic senses in mortal peril, so it does what it has to do to survive and that is change the vessel it is living in.

the first thing to happen is his skin starts to turn to silver with overlapping scales. Next his arms turn into a second set of legs and turn inverted of what they were before. The hips change from a shape to support upright walking to that would support walking on all fours. From his back 6 wings start to grow out inline one after the other in pairs and a tail starts growing from the base of his spine, from the tip of the tail to the base of the skull spines shaped like a leaf and serrated grow out. His face elongates and flattens to form a snout like a mix between a crocodile and a western dragon. Two small pointy horns as black as night from on the top of his skull on either side of the head. Sharp points form on the ends of his classical western shaped wings with a dagger like point forming out of the end of his tail. The last thing to change are his hands, changing from that of human hands to four-toed clawed appendages that are more birdlike than human but with opposable thumbs on both front limbs. Change complete and magically exhausted he curls into a ball of fire-proof scales and fall unconsciousness just as the building finally collapses. Unseen by anyone a black cloud of smoke including a terrifying shriek accompanying it herald the destruction of the foreign soul piece inside his now gone scar.

Five minutes later men in maroon colored robes appear and wipe the memories of the incident from the muggles minds. Planting memories of a regular house fire gone bad and leave without checking to see if the there was anything alive in the rubble.

Waking up in the early hours of the morning a recently transformed Harry Potter wakes up with no memories of who he is or why he is here but could not care less as the still smoldering building was relaxing but as it finally cooled he got out from the rubble he was under and left for the woods where his new instincts told him he would find food and with the decision made and the direction chosen the legend of the silver dragon began.